by Ethel Mortenson Davis
March
and new snow
last night.
Black dog
on white,
two miles
into the woods,
and we see
timber wolf tracks.
Then sister wolf
flashes past us,
a great roaring ball
of white and gray
whose size
dwarfs you,
dog.
But we are
not afraid.
Just in awe.
To see a glimpse
of you
is like a gift,
like an eagle
taking off
into the air,
and we are lifted up.
I see a surprise
smile on your face.
fourwindowspress 
Awww this poem is sweet 🙂 Truly beautiful.
wonderful!
Wow, quite an experience! The part about the eagle is breathtaking!
A wonderful walk, indeed, and what an experience. The last line is superb!
Lauren
Wow! what an experience, for both you and the dog! I hope this actually happened. Great poem. Steve
wish I’d been there
And I am lifted up too, just from reading this
Thank you
David
Lovely imagery 🙂 It really brought me a sense of peace and happiness.
Wonderful.
“But we are not afraid. Just in awe.” – As I am, Ethel. A wonderful, uplifting poem; I too, wish I had been there to see that. ~ Julie 🙂
What a breathtaking experience – a powerful moment, which you’ve described so beautifully!
It’s been a long day, but I’m glad to end it here with poetry. This poem reminds me of an encounter I had as a young girl with a wolf. We stood across from each other. The wolf and I and a river in between. But the memory I have of it is not the river, or even the entire wolf itself, not anything but the memory of holding a wolf in my eyes, something so wild, holding it in my eyes! The wildness in my eyes was terrifying and vivid.
What an exciting moment! I understand that feeling of “we are lifted up” and I like the thought “to see a glimpse of you is like a gift”.
I always feel it is such a gift to enter into the wildness of nature…to know that it is there living as if we don’t exist. A beautiful poem, Ethel, the last lines so perfect!
Your words bridge experience to sensation of being alive and present in the woods. A gift you have.